yoga

I normally don’t consider myself the type of person who is hesitant but there are certain moments when I find myself not acting instinctively and instead following rules that, at times, are not appropriate. Jaywalking is one of those times when I find my judgement is impaired by a conflict of following rules and assessing

It is often said, “A Leopard Cannot Change its Spots.” I think about the subject of change regularly. I have always been a fan of change as long as it is under conscious, intentional direction and results in an evolutionary change. I like to think that with most of the big conscious changes in my

It is that time of year when many of us decide they are going to embark on some new regime or finally try and break an old habit. For many, January 2nd is the day when the resolutions begin. For most people the resolution never really makes it past the end of January. Why is that? It

Quick, who wrote the lyrics to “Signs”? If you knew that it was the Five Man Electrical Band from Ottawa, congratulations! I loved this song from the moment I heard it in the 70’s. While I don’t think I fully understood the lyrics of the song when I was a kid, I lived them as

In Ho’oponopono we often talk about forgiving the past. In fact, the Hawaiian word, “Ho’oponopono” means to forgive or reconcile or set things right. I tell my students to think about a past event or person who has wronged them. We all carry around emotional hurt and pain that we have tucked into the recesses

This is the title of a book I read many years ago when I had just graduated from university. I just noticed that the book by Peter Singer has most recently been published again in 2012. I suppose it is the type of book a person picks up when either confronted with an existential crisis,

It has been a long while since I last wrote. I really miss it when I can’t put my thoughts to paper (or keys…as it is). Last week I was teaching a bunch of kids aged 4-8 about the importance of mindfulness. This is a class which I teach every week. If you have never

The title of this post has several literal meanings to me. It started with looking for Castaneda’s book, “The Art of Dreaming.” I read this strange book many years ago and it crossed my mind recently that it was absent from the book shelf – perhaps lost in the collateral damage of divorce. If